As the name indicates...this RPG will revolve around Crossroads and New Beginnings.CrossroadsWe would like to see characters come to a 'crossroads' in their lives where important and life changing decisions have to be made. These events can be very personal...i.e. a relationship beginning, ending or changing, or they can be moral or spiritual. Whatever is decided, they should show 'growth' for your character.New BeginningsThis can be any number of items as well and most likely will relate back to the 'crossroads' in your character(s)' life or lives and/or career. They may be starting a new career as teacher or student at Xavier's School for the Gifted or may have been selected to train for the upcoming X-Men team(s). Their 'new beginning' once again may be as simple as establishing a new relationship or changes in an old one.
The X-Men and all likenesses are the property of Marvel Comics, 20th Century FOX, and ALL the creative minds therein. X-Men Crossroads is a non-profit RPG board. We here participate for the pure enjoyment and satisfaction writing in the X-Men Universe brings.Most of the Bio information is courtersy of Marvel Directory
Who: Emma Frost & Psyche
With: The Patio Gang
When: Afternoon, Saturday, 13th May, 2006
Where: Patio
"Indeed," the professor agreed, "the mansion does not get attacked on a regular basis... and the purpose for being here is to learn how to use and control your powers. I will not have armed personnel marching around school grounds on a day to day basis. Trust and teamwork will be the first things you will learn here," Charles mentioned.
"Excuse me?? You WILL wait for an escort. You do not afford yourself a room nor will you damage any student or staff on the grounds, is that understood? Whether you are required to share a room or n[/i]
Psyche was halted in her walk towards the Mansion by the quiet but authorative voice of the Professor. Basic training caused her to listen to his words and give them her full attention. Her jaw had tightened so much in suppressed rage that her teeth were grinding together.
"Trust and teamwork." she repeated prising her jaw open to force out the words. She nodded to show that she understood and would try to co-operate. Just as she'd suspected, it seemed that everything she struggled with seemed to be of utmost priority here. She took a deep breath and turned back to face him. "Sounds like fun" she said shrugging, and with an even bigger effort began removing her weapons once again, dumping them in her bag. Her very being riled at being commanded in such a way, she had lived most of her life being instructed and ruled by others but there was no alternative. She had cut herself off from those who could ensure her freedom and lifestyle, this place was now all she had.
"I won't be damaging anyone, I save that for people who deserve it, or I'm paid to hurt or who hurt me first" she said, and to her mind that sounded perfectly reasonable, she nodded to back it up.
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~"I did not say she had to share, Emma. We've had a large influx of students of all ages and I don't know what is available. As far as being "odd and older", I think that is a judgement left until we get to know everyone better. Behaving "oddly" does not guarantee a private room, Miss Frost and frankly I'm becoming tired of the Prima Dona attitudes from the new arrivals. None have shown me or anyone else for that matter that they are worthy of the arrogance they display and I want it brought under control immediately. Is that understood?"~
~"Always, Charles darling. Arrogance is a wonderful defence mechanism though, especially for young people who have gone through a lot of turmoil. I'm sure I don't have to remind you of that. Trust is a two way thing after all. I admire your tolerance though, if it was my school I would have thrown the little hellions out on their boisterous ears. A few weeks under my tuition and they all be sunshine and respect."~ she replied, not in the least bothered by his outburst. She held a great deal of respect for the Professor but she wasn't easily intimated by anyone.
"Come on then, dearest. I'll find you a room and then perhaps some clothes that don't scream 'I just escaped from the army'" she said as she breezed past the furious form of Psyche.
Tags: Xavier, anyone else.
Summary: Psyche attempts cooperation and Emma 'helps'.
Edited by: Fionnoula at: 5/18/06 7:21 am
Re: Taken Under His Wing
Who: Prof. Xavier with Emma
Where: Patio
Tags: None, open though
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Who: Logan
Where: Kitchen
Tags: Psyche
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~"Always, Charles darling. Arrogance is a wonderful defence mechanism though, especially for young people who have gone through a lot of turmoil. I'm sure I don't have to remind you of that. Trust is a two way thing after all. I admire your tolerance though, if it was my school I would have thrown the little hellions out on their boisterous ears. A few weeks under my tuition and they all be sunshine and respect."~ she replied, not in the least bothered by his outburst. She held a great deal of respect for the Professor but she wasn't easily intimated by anyone.
Xavier listened attentively to what Miss Frost had to say, as he always did to those addressing him. He wasn't quite sure though why he was being considered in such a negative light though. Outburst? Intimidation? His direct but calm statements could hardly be called an outburst, nor could they be considered an act of intimidation. Nor did he quest to "rule" over anyone. However, this IS his home - a home that he had dedicated his entire life to keep open as a safe haven for mutants who needed a safe place, a sanctuary, a place to belong. He certainly did not need nor deserve the amount of distrust and disrespect being shown him for his generosity and offered care... especially from Emma Frost, who he'd known and considered a friend for many years.
~"No, Emma, you need not remind me of such things and I need not remind you that no learning can be done until the "student" opens his or her mind up to the possibilities. And tolerance is needed in great supply in the line of work I've chosen... but even it has its limits."~ With a nod he dismissed the telepath so she could see to her present duty and remained on the patio for a few moments in order to regain his center away from the bustle inside the mansion.
Just inside the kitchen, Logan was leaning against the counter watching the door as Psyche entered. His gaze was serious but he grinned darkly as the newcomer entered the room, having easily heard her comments to the professor outside the open door. He was tired, hungry and fed up by this point but was able to retain at least a dark sense of humor.
"Yer rage is misplaced, darlin'," he informed her calmly, then straightened himself to size her up in an obvious manner. "I can smell it on you... hear yer heart pumpin'... put it away," he warned her in a low growl. "You don't trust easy...... neither do I... this is MY turf... you... are a guest.... best keep that in mind at all times." Taking a long, deep breath through his nose he discreetly took in her scent, then he met her eyes squarely, his lip curling into a sneer. "Heed my warnings, you won't get many o' them." As he sneered at her, his inch long fangs were visible. It wasn't intentional, but they seemed to add emphasis to his last statement.
There was simply something about this girl that didn't sit well with him. Could be just his exhaustion and hunger making him less amicable than usual... or it could actually be that there was something about this girl that raised his dander... something about her made his senses stand up and take notice, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
He could feel Jean watching with concern behind him and before he stepped back to allow Emma through with her charge he warned her with a soft growl, "I'll be watchin' you."
Re: Taken Under His WingWho: Psyche and Emma With: Logan & Prof X Where: Mansion
"Yer rage is misplaced, darlin'," he informed her calmly, then straightened himself to size her up in an obvious manner. "I can smell it on you... hear yer heart pumpin'... put it away," he warned her in a low growl. "You don't trust easy...... neither do I... this is MY turf... you... are a guest.... best keep that in mind at all tim
Psyche was slightly taken a back by the man who had told her to give her weapons as he grinned at her. For a long moment she looked him straight in the eye, meeting his gaze full on with wide golden eyes. She saw some of the same anger that she felt, the isolation, someone who knew what it felt like to be locked up, treated like nothing more than a piece of meat. For that moment someting in her blossomed and she wanted to break down in tears, but her body didn't know how to or want to cry anymore and she broke the connection.
"Of course." she said, grinning straight back, and nodding, acknowledging that for now he had authority and power over her. For now. She turned away from him then, every muscel in her body resisting turning her back on someone such as him, he was danger and she had to always be aware of where he was.
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Emma paused and turned her head slightly so that she could just see Xavier's back out of the corner of her eye.
~"I know Charles. Despite everything, you know that I will always support you if you need it"~ she said, her mental voice quiet, and for once soft with not hint of mockery. Giving him the telepathic equivieant of a supporting squeeze on the shoulder and finally left to follow Psyche into the Mansion.
And came upon Logan talking to the new arrival. "Now Logan darling, let's not threaten the new arrival anymore than is needed. We've had enough excitement for one day" she said, smiling placatingly as she followed the young woman and took her over,trying to lead her up the stairs to a spare dormitory.
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)
With: Karika, those remaining on the patio
When: Afternoon
Where: Patio“I promised to protect you, remember? Come down...we are safe.” Jonathon raised his hand up to her and she did not hesitate. As he spoke, he tuned out all of the other disturbances on the patio, focusing his entire attention on Karika. He remained firm, but calm, well aware that if he were to maintain any semblance of authority with the girl, all of his actions had to be trust-building and not trust-breaking.
Jumping down from the table, landing firmly on her feet, she grasped his hand and held it like before. But there was something else that silenced her...the sound of adamantium claws. Her throat nearly closed as she took several steps back. "Like...Karika?" She asked, her dark eyes looked around quickly, darting, looking for another like her. The weapons talked completely whizzed past her...she could hear it and see the girl give the two guns up without a fight. But Karika was like stone; her body was locked, holding onto Jonathon's han[/b]
Jonathan noted Karika's sudden stillness and he thought he heard the sound of metal on metal, however it happened so quickly he didn't have time to really think about it. The blond professor heard the girl's soft words Like...Karika? and allowed his blue eyes to roam the group. For a brief moment, very brief, he gazed at the man Professor Xavier had referred to as Logan. Karika's file had only mentioned a code name for one of her genetic templates...referred to only as Weapon X.
He let his subconscious mind catalog the similarities between the two...as well as the differences. Meanwhile, Jonathan continued to filter out the conversations and actions around him in favor of trying to calm Karika. Briefly, he wondered what he had been thinking when he offered to take on her tutelage. Immediately his mind and heart responded with words heard in his old Master's voice...'she's a child, she's been as horribly treated as some of the wild creatures you aid and is much as they are...she's needs time, care, trust, and love...just as they do'. Jonathan sighed...Who could argue with a ghost?
With those thoughts and words, Jonathan centered and his entire being calmed and focused. He continued to exude a totally confident and 'in control' persona toward Karika...tempered with his usual gentleness and compassion. Jonathan had never felt the need to compete in the realm of the alpha male. He was self-confident and self-assured enough that he no longer needed to prove his status.
All of this processed through his mind as he maintained his focus on the girl. Jonathan watched as Karika stopped her restless 'fiddling' and stared at her own hands. It was almost as if she were discovering them...or the ferocious weapons they housed...for the first time. His quick mind made the rest of the connections. The 'sound' from earlier was the catalyst that now had the girl's attention focused entirely elsewhere. The one time he had witnessed the display of her 'claws', he'd been too focused on other distractions to 'hear' any sounds associated with them. Obviously, though, having lived with them, the girl would know the sound intimately. It opened a bit of a mystery...though he was certain it would be no surprise to Professor Xavier. Sighing, Jonathan knew he and the Professor were going to have to have another meeting regarding Karika...X-23.
Jonathan tightened his hold on her hand gently, squeezing to let her know he was there and to get her attention. At the same time, he relaxed and opened his arms up slightly, offering her a place of shelter and security...offering a simple 'hug' but not presuming to pull her to him. He instinctively knew that if he was going to be her 'mentor', she had to want to come to him.
"Karika, dear heart," Jonathan began, his voice still strong but gentle, "we will ask if there is another like you here but not just yet. Let everyone find their place in the pack. Even if there is another, I will protect you." Inwardly, Jonathan smiled. True, he had his own formidable defenses...whether they would provide him with what was needed to protect Karika...and the others in this place...or not, he didn't know and wasn't anxious to be put to the test. He did know that it would be worth everything to him to die trying if it ever came to that.
Standing quietly and simply offering the girl the solace of his presence, Jonathan waited for Karika to respond.Tag: X-23, Those remaining on the patio.
Summary: Jonathan reflects on his reasons for stepping in to 'help' X-23 and tries to 'reach' the girl.
MarinaBlack X-23/Stacy X
Posts: 105
(5/18/06 4:43 pm)
Re: Taken Under His Wing (X-23/Dr. Chase/Psyche)
With: Jonathon, everyone on the Patio
When: Afternoon
Where: The Patio
It was so...strange. The feeling in her stomach was like one she had never experianced. She didn't have to eat, she had devoured all the chicken in the mansion, this wasn't a pain that told her she had to go to the bathroom...no, it was more like butterflies had amassed in the pit of her stomach and she didn't know whether to throw up or try and get them out the violent way.
Karika opted for door number three and continued to stare at her hands. They were so small, she noted. Jonathon's hands were nearly twice the size of hers; hers were very smooth and, despite the constant damage she did them, unmarred. Jonathon wanted to heal her, and spoke gently soothe her fears. "Karika, dear heart,""we will ask if there is another like you here but not just yet. Let everyone find their place in the pack. Even if there is another, I will protect you."
Suddenly her shock seemed to wear off and she looked dead into Jonathon's eyes. "Like Karika!" She said frantically, pointing to her hands, "Hear!" To keep some semblance of secrecy, she ejected the two blades from her feet with a strong "SINKT" and then carefully made them go back in. "Same noise."
The wheels in her mind were turning slowly, trying to figure it out. Hadn't he heard it too? It couldn't have been only her imagination...right? Nodding, she finally let his words sink in. "Protect." She repeated, and tried to convey her thanks. But she didn't know the word, instead she just smiled.
Tags: Jonathon
Re: Taken Under His Wing
Who: Logan and Jean
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Kitchen
Jean began preparing the promised steak dinner working efficiently, but with only a small part of her mind focused on the task. The greater part of her attention was directed at Logan who leaned against the counter, watching the door with a near glare. His antipathy for the newcomer, the “armed intruder” was nearly palpable, rolling from him in waves that Jean could feel buffeting her mind. For the hundredth time that day she cursed the clumsy misstep which had landed her out of the action with a lingering concussion in the bargain.
Logan’s soft verbal warning to Psyche, punctuated by the appearance of his fangs was enough to cause Jean to turn, bowl in hand, only to sigh quietly in relief as she saw him step back to let the woman pass in Emma’s wake. Seeking to distract him, she handed him the bowl filled with steaming green vegetables. “Filet minion, rare, baked potatoes, nuked and green beans, very hot. I thought we could eat outside if you like? I don’t know about you, but I could use the fresh air.” With that, she picked up two loaded plates and started toward the patio door. “What would you like to drink?” she called out over her shoulder as a full glass of iced tea lifted from the counter top and followed her.
Re: Taken Under His Wing/ patio to kitchenWho: Mez
With: Everyone in the Kitchen/Patio
Where: Kitchen near the Patio
As soon as he entered the kitchen he stopped momentarily and sniffed the air. Turning slowly he scanned the young faces in the room, none of which he knew. Scowling, he moved toward the table with focused interest and looked down at the morsel remnants on the plates.
"Lomi salmon?" he asked in confirmation just as Jean stepped in behind him. Logan turned to look at her over his shoulder and, gesturing at the island dish, he mentioned, "That'd go great with steak." He reminded her of her offer and as his stomach growled loudly again he gave the young man a dark look; not one of anger, but of silent curiosity, then scanned the others with him as Jean set about preparing to make their dinner.
Mez turned around when the door to the Patio opened. A short but burly man walked into the Kitchen. Mez had never met him before but it didn't take much thought for him to figure that this was the "Wolverine" that Pyro had spoken to him earlier about. He had every look of a fighter. "It goes better with Kalua pig, poi and poke'" Mez's next translated the terms. "Pork, paste and raw fish." He said, he wondered why Logan gave what initially seemed to him like a dirty look, but what turned out to be a curious one. Mez just gave him the same short curious stare before continuing on this his business. "You must be Wolverine." Mez said looking at Logan. "Name's Mez" Said the young man introducing himself.
It was as he sat down that he looked outside on one of the patio tables. There knives and guns of different calibers and sizes laying there. The sight of weapons caused a spark in interest for Mez, and from the looks of it the presence of Xavier, Gambit, Emma, Jean Grey and Logan it had sparked their interest too.
Mez watched silently as Logan told Psyche how he actually handled things, and the resistance didn't last long. Mez just went back to his Lomi-salmon.
Summary: Mez goes back to eating when he speaks with Logan breifly and introduces himself. Sits back down and enjoys his meal.
Tags: Everyone in the Patio
OOC: I don't know how to link threads so this is like a continuation from my post in the Kitchen
Mez watched as a short, burly man entered the kitchen. He had every look of a fighter and from Pyro's description he assumed this to be The Wolverine. The man recognized the salmon dish and Mez offered, "It goes better with Kalua pig, poi and poke'" Mez's next translated the terms. "Pork, paste and raw fish."
Logan's eyes lifted from the plate and bore into the presumptuous young man. "I know what it is," he informed the stranger in a low grumble. Logan was a world traveler and familiar with many cultures and ethnic dishes as well as being quite adept with the customs of half a dozen cultures throughout the world.
[Mez] wondered why Logan gave, what initially seemed to him like, a dirty look, but what turned out to be a curious one. Mez just gave him the same short curious stare before continuing on with this business. "You must be Wolverine." Mez said looking at Logan. "Name's Mez," said the young man, introducing himself.
Logan stared at the boy darkly. "Oh? Why is that?" he asked, wanting to hear the reasons the young man figures he must be the Wolverine. He picked a piece of salmon from one of the plates on the table and popped it in his mouth. As he chewed the tasty morsel he asked specifically, "Why must *I* be the Wolverine? Hmm?"
As the young man answered him he turned his head toward the patio, hearing the exchange between Psyche, Xavier and Emma and moved away from the table as he sensed the new girl's approach. As she entered, Logan confronted her and told her basically the way it was, as far as he was concerned.
"Of course," [Psyche] said, grinning straight back and nodding, acknowledging that for now he had authority and power over her. For now. ... he was danger and she had to always be aware of where he was.
Logan just looked at her and blinked once, twice. The scowl on his face, ever present, lost some of its tension as the girl acquiesced in the face of his challenge. She was at least smart enough to know when to show respect and for that he in turn had to respect that wisdom. He relaxed his posture just as Emma stepped inside and he looked to her as she spoke.
"Now Logan darling, let's not threaten the new arrival anymore than is needed. We've had enough excitement for one day" she said, smiling placatingly
He gave Emma's words serious thought. Was he threatening? Hmm. He was sure he was just giving her a heads up. Warning her even. He supposed a warning could be interpreted as a threat. He stood quietly, his brow furrowed and mouth turned down in a frown as he considered them both.
Both females, like Jean and Storm, stood half a foot taller than he and he looked up at them as both moved past him. He didn't reply to Emma's comment, but he thought about her words seriously. He was tired of always having to fight for a peaceful life, seemed kind of paradoxical didn't it? Fight for peace, for safety, inside his own home?
With a sigh he dropped his eyes to the floor, absently he raised a hand to scratch lightly at his thick sideburns as that thought took his focus. Then Jeannie's voice broke him out of his contemplative state and he turned to look at her as she placed a bowl of steaming green vegetables in his hands.
“Filet minion, rare, baked potatoes, nuked and green beans, very hot. I thought we could eat outside if you like? I don’t know about you, but I could use the fresh air.” With that, she picked up two loaded plates and started toward the patio door.
Logan looked down at the "rabbit food" in his hand and frowned until he saw her pick up two fully loaded plates. He nearly salivated at the sight and smell of the bloody steaks on his plate. He automatically began to follow her, well alright, he was following the scent of the meat she held.
“What would you like to drink?” [Jean] called out over her shoulder as a full glass of iced tea lifted from the counter top and followed her.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the glass levitate and he stopped to watch it float past him and out the door. "A couple gallons o' JD would do me good," he grumbled softly, knowing that was out of the question with all the kids hanging about. He threw a glance back at Mez's little crowd, then followed Jean out to the patio for a quiet supper. Afterward, he planned... or at least hoped, to rest. He really needed the protein first or his regenerative abilities would take forever to replenish themselves.
As he stepped out the door onto the stone patio, he stopped, staring at the diminutive dark haired girl standing with the Brit. She seemed... familiar, but... not. Logan stared at her darkly, as if trying to pierce her very soul with his eyes. A moment later he turned away from the pair and headed for the table where Jean was setting their places.
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Tags: Mez, if he chooses to actually reply
JC and Karika, also if they choose to
Jeannie.... *offers a grin*
Re: OOCOooh, shoot, okay, I am merging the Kitchen Capers thread with this one... please post all current kitchen replies here as of now, since this is a lot busier than the other one anyway.
Also, just a quick kudos to Wolvie6 for his excellent portrayal of Xavier, and to all of you for the awesomeness of this thread.
Cheers,
Mana
Edited by: Mana4X2 at: 5/19/06 7:22 am
Re: Taken Under His Wing/ patio to kitchenWho: Gambit, Mana, Pyro With: Kitchen Patio/Kitchen Gang When: Afternoon, Saturday, May 13th, 2006 Where: Patio to Hallway
The Cajun had been a little surprised when the Professor had told him he could give the newcomer’s weapons back, choosing to leave them where they were, watching as the woman had retrieved them, a small smile at her comment about knowing where the possibility of a hidden weapon could me.
All that happened afterwards, the Cajun chose to slowly step away from the group, catching the slight rise of words between Psyche and Emma, his smile widening a little. Deciding he was no longer needed, and feeling a little overwhelmed by the amount of people around him; somewhat able to relate to the sudden outburst from Karika, and her reluctance to let even Dr Chase’s words calm her down; turning, he opened the patio door, walking through the kitchen. Only a nod was given in acknowledgement of all those still inside, as he walked past the entering Stacy X, and out into the hallway.
Quote:"I ain' bin this hungry since they had a food shortage at X-Ranch. Let me tell ya, honey, they ain' never relied on tha' provider again."
Mana had caught that statement, quite a distance behind Stacy, having felt a little off after stepping off the lift. She wasn’t entirely sure why, so chose to ignore it, following after the girl, nodding and smiling, “Yeah, I bet,” she replied, before a very familiar someone appeared, making that smile a full on relieved grin, “Remy!” she cried, moving to give him a hug.
Red-on-black eyes widened slightly, not expecting to see her, and especially not expecting to feel her arms around him. Yeah, they were good friends, but he couldn’t’ remember the last time he’d been hugged by one of his ‘friends’. Guess this time the meaning behind that word was a little different… no, make that a lot.
“Yo’ be alright, Cher,” he stated, “Where yo’ be goin’ durin’ de mission?”
“All over the place,” Mana answered, “and I had to come back early cos I drained myself healing so many people.”
He just looked at her, smiling. That was one of the reasons he liked her so much. Her willingness to help no matter what the costs. “Yo’ might’ be able t’ help another soon, Petit. Dere be anoth’r heal’r comin’ back wit’ us from de Whale,” he informed her.
“Nice, I’ll have to catch up with her sometime,” she said, “Now, what are you up to?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’d like to know that too,” came the familiar voice of Mana’s foster brother, “I have been waiting on the basketball court for ages.”
The Cajun grimaced, “Yeah, I be sorry bou’ dat, Mon’ami, sometin be comin’ up dat I no’ be havin’ de time t’ be tellin’ yo’ about’,” he explained, looking back at Mana, “An’ t’ be ansrin’ yo’ question, I be headin’ outta dis ‘ere mansion f’r a while, maybe goin’ t’ catch a movie, or sometin,” he said, shrugging.
Pyro returned the shrug, “Fair enough,” he said, not really amused, but he couldn’t exactly remain annoyed with the guy, as his wife hadn’t come down either. “Hey, ya think you could handle a couple tow alongs?” he suddenly asked, referring to himself and Skye, “I mean, it would make up for ditching me…” he added, with a cheeky wink.
“It no’ be bothrin’ me eith’r way,” Remy answered, Mana’s smile drawing him in, “Then I can come too?” she asked, of which Gambit chuckled, “I be expectin’ yo’ t’ be sayin’ dat. Why no’… lets be gettin’ ready den.”
“Yay,” Mana said, grinning at him, “I’ll just let Stacy know I will see her later,” and with that, the pyrokinetic healer walked to the kitchen door, poked her head in and, catching sight of Stacy, said, “Heya sweet, I’ll catch up with you later. Got an offer I can’t resist,” and with a wink, she walked back the way she had come.
Summary: Gambit does what the professor tells him, then leaves the group on the patio, running into Mana in the hallway outside the kitchen, where they are soon joined by a rather annoyed John. Making up for kind of ditching the guy at the basketball court, the Cajun agrees to him, Swann, and Mana accompanying him on a trip to town, and a movie.
Tags: Stacy X, mainly…
OOC: Characters moving to the Finding Wisdom thread. Please note that Gambit left the group before Jean and Logan entered the kitchen, so that means Stacy got there before those two came back in from the patio too. Her post is over in the Kitchen Capers thread, which has now been merged with this one. Eeek, continuity can be fun sometimes... NOT! Edited by: Mana4X2 at: 5/20/06 8:44 am
Who: Psyche & Emma Where: Kitchen With: Each other
Emma lead the young woman up the stairs away from Logan, who she left standing, looking thoughtful about something. As always she resisted the temptation to brush the edges of his mind in an attempt to get an impression of what he was thinking, the fractured memories of the feral always interested her but his mind was a stone that was best left unturned.
"Don't worry about Logan, his bark is worse than his bite. Unless you annoy him. Best just to avoid him for awhile, he can be a hot tempered little man" she explained breezily to the woman behind her as they came to a halt outside a dorm room. "You can stay in here for the time being, I don't believe anyone else stays here. There is an orientation for all occupants of the Mansion at 9am tomorrow. I expect to see you then" she finished, walking away from the room and leaving Psyche standing alone outside the door.
She made her way downstairs just in time to hear the front door bell ring. She swung the door open to reveal a small, ferret like man standing holding bags of warm food. "Oh wonderful, I'll send one of the students down to pay you in a moment" she exclaimed, as she took the bags and turned away, ignoring him as he started to talk to her.
She made her way quickly into the kitchen and dumped the bags on the table. "The food's here for anyone that wants some. Whoever took the money off the table, would they be a dear and run along to pay the man at the door." she commanded, looking pointedly at Mez as she unloaded cartons containing pasta's with various sauces, meats, salads and bread.
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Psyche watched as the blonde woman walked away, leaving her to ‘make herself comfortable’. Whatever that meant. She wasn’t one for settling long anywhere and was usually happy with a shower and a few good hiding places for her weaponry. She opened the door slowly and surveyed the basic but comfortable room, entering cautiously eyes and ears wide open for anything untoward. After three thorough sweeps of the room, she was finally satisfied that for now, she could relax a little. She quickly stripped down to her underwear and inspected the wounds on her abdomen and back, the bullets had gone straight through, but they done it cleanly so that was a positive. They were healing nicely, the skin only a little tender. Removing the rest of her clothes she found a towel and got in the shower.
For long moments she let the hot water run over her skin, relaxing tense muscles and soothing her mind with its rhythmic motion. Feeling refreshed she got of the shower and dried herself off, dressing in a fresh set of her standard clothes: tight and black with nothing that would hinder her movement. Thinking that it was best to heed the woman’s advice and stay clear of the man and the rest of the inhabitants, she stayed in the room, sitting cross legged on the bed and running through a long series of breathing exercises that she hoped would work out the lasting knots of tension that lingered in her body and mind.
Tags: Anyone in the kitchen/ patio for Emma. No one/ anyone who wants to check on her for Psyche. Edited by: Fionnoula at: 5/20/06 8:49 am
MarinaBlack X-23/Stacy X
Posts: 106
(5/19/06 3:00 pm)
Re: Taken Under His Wing
Who: Stacy X and X-23
With: Jonathon, everyone on the Patio
When: Afternoon
Where: The Patio X-23
The smell of food permeated the air...there were people everywhere. If X-23 had been fully aware, she'd still be afraid, but she couldn't move. With each passing second, she knew with ever increasing certainty that she had heard a 'Sinkt' and that it had not been her. But that could not be...because her claws were sheated. On second thought, however, the smell of feral was in the air.
Looking around, she saw Mez come out. She couldn't even bring herself to sneer at him, she was far too busy sniffing around, trying to find the source. Looking to Jonathon, she blinked a few times. "Smell like Karika. Animal." She said quietly, staying very close to him. Someone around here was a feral...and it wasn't just her.
Standing firm, she suddely felt like someone's eyes were burning into her. Crouching down, she scanned the area, but before she had a chance to lock eyes with the person staring at her, Karika caught the eyes of someone very farmilliar. She tugged on Jonathon's sleeve and pointed toward the new girl at the mansion...a severaly deformed, scaled woman walking out onto the patio. "Jonathon! Snake girl!
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Tags: Jonathon, maybe Wolverine, Stacy (yes, I tagged myself, lol) Stacy X
Warning: Sexual Referances
In the kitchen, Stacy found herself salivating over just about anything edible. Even some raw meat on the counter...Mez had reneged on his word to feed her, but at least there was something around. "Heck yeah I am""But. If you want me to cook for you it'd have to be another time, there's some Italian food that's going to be here in a few minutes""But if you'd like something to keep your stomach busy till than I got some Lomi-salmon right here you can have." "Nah, tha's fine babe. I'll eat jus' abou' anythin' right now." And that was no lie.
Grabbing a paper plate, she filled it to the brim with some of the food already on the stove. It was a nice day outside, she'd eat on the patio with the others; today was a new day, she wasn't going to be anti-social anymore, she would try very hard to be social and to make friends. So after she grabbed a fork and a tall glass of iced tea, she turned to Mana's friend, who she was very happy to see. “Remy!” She cried, and Stacy smirked.
It was very clear that she was going to stay far back...they obviously had things to dicuss. Taking a few bites, she relished in the rich, robust flavor that she got from the pasta. Delicious. Once more, Mana adressed her. “Heya sweet, I’ll catch up with you later. Got an offer I can’t resist,” "Ain' tha' the truth." She said aloud, smirking. That Remy guy was a nice looking piece of man...and Mana was very special. "If ya need em', I got some condoms in my bag. Help yerself!"
Finally, collecting a napkin she stepped outside and set her plate down on a table. But before Stacy even had a chance to take a bite, she was called out. "SNAKE GIRL!" Laughing, Stacy would know that voice anywhere...and nobody else called her that name. Sauntering over, she shook her head. "Karika, doll, ya ain' dead!" Looking over at Jonathon, she gave a nod. "Ya dig her outta the sewers or did she jus' show up on yer lawn?"
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Tags: Mez (if you want), Jonathon, anybody
Re: Taken Under His WingWho: Amara(Magma) and China When: Saturday afternoon Where: Kitchen
Amara had been in the kitchen silently brooding over things. She didn't even know that there was someone else there, her thoughts were too strong for her to igore.
She was wondering what was going to happen next, among other things. Another thought intruded.
Where was China?
China had been wandering the mansion. Though she had been here a while and knew her way around, she still wanted to know more about this place and she didn't dare go to one of teachers. Logan was scary. Jean seemed approachable but the red head was a telepath and China didn't want her in her head knowing her most innermost thoughts and all. And the professor. Well, he was more approachable but she wasn't ready to see him yet. Perhaps, one day she would feel a bit more comfortable around him.
Her steps took her to the kitchen area where she peeked in and saw Amara. Her face changed. It was the look of a happy person, one who was most comfortable with another.
"Hello Amara?" she said.
Amara looked up and saw China. A grin stretched across her lips as she answered,
"Hey China, come on in."
China does so and fell into conversation with Amara.
Re: Taken Under His Wing
Who: Logan and Jean
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Patio
Jean grinned at Logan’s softly mumbled preference for drink as she sat their plates on the outdoor table. Looking over her shoulder, she noted that he had stopped and was intently watching the young woman holding Jonathan’s hand. Seconds later, the seeming spell was broken and he was moving to join her.
Jean sniffed appreciatively at the scent of their grilled steaks as the aroma mingled with that of the side dishes she had prepared. Sliding into her seat she passed Logan a set of cutlery and lifted her own. “I hope it’s cooked to your liking,” she said as she carved a small bite from her own steak and lifted it to her lips. “Bon appetite.” With that, she took her first bite, chewing slowly and savoring the flavor.
She had learned enough about Logan to know of his superior senses. She hoped that the food smelled and tasted even a fraction as good to him as it did to her. That thought made her begin to consider exactly what she did and did not know about the man sharing dinner with her. Figuring the best way to get to know him was to communicate with him, she took a sip of her iced tea, then looked over to him. “I had a brief thought about raiding the Professor’s stash of alcohol and getting you that drink, but I’m not sure that it would be wise at the moment, considering your injuries and how tired you are. Alcohol is great for taking the edge off, but it’s not always the right thing.” She paused then, awaiting his reaction.
Tags: Logan
Re: Taken Under His Wing Who: Mez Where: Kitchen With: Logan, Remy, Jean, Emma etc.
Logan's eyes lifted from the plate and bore into the presumptuous young man. "I know what it is," he informed the stranger in a low grumble. Logan was a world traveler and familiar with many cultures and ethnic dishes as well as being quite adept with the customs of half a dozen cultures throughout the world.
"Cool" Mez answered, he was glad that there was another person around that knew about Hawaiian food. Not too many people outside of Hawaii did know much about the place. "You been to Hawaii?" Mez asked Logan. Curious as to know if he was a local boy or perhaps spent some time there.
Logan stared at the boy darkly. "Oh? Why is that?" he asked, wanting to hear the reasons the young man figures he must be the Wolverine. He picked a piece of salmon from one of the plates on the table and popped it in his mouth. As he chewed the tasty morsel he asked specifically, "Why must *I* be the Wolverine? Hmm?"
Mez kept his face straight and answered "Alright I could be mistaken" Said the young man shrugging "But" Mez started. "If you do find Wolverine tell him that I was told that Wolverine was the baddest mutha in here." The young man said. Mez stopped very briefly before finishing what he wanted to say. "Tell him to my knowledge I haven't fought too many mutant fighters and I'd like to spar with the best. Say the Japanese Gardens outback some time later" Mez said. "If you two bump into eachother for I do, It'd be much appreciated if you could tell him that" Gabrielle really had no doubts in his mind that this was indeed the Wolverine.
He loved sparring and especially training with people that were better than him. Even if he never ever managed to lay a hand on them it never stopped him from trying and that was the point. Sparring with better fighters always made him a better fighter. And sparring with a mutant fighter was an experience Mez hoped to learn from.
Stace obviously didn't much care about what she was eating and just sounded glad to have something to eat. Which was fine with Mez. Looking around there were a lot of people gathered and the food Emma brought in was getting the party if one was allowed, started.
She made her way quickly into the kitchen and dumped the bags on the table. "The food's here for anyone that wants some. Whoever took the money off the table, would they be a dear and run along to pay the man at the door." she commanded, looking pointedly at Mez as she unloaded cartons containing pasta's with various sauces, meats, salads and bread.
Taking the look from Emma as his hint. He left the kitchen to pay the man at the Front Door. "Excuse me, sir, thats my cue" Mez said. Standing up he left the kitchen to Front Door. When the young man opened the door, the man that stood there looked like a gopher in every sense of the word. The waiter or whatever he was did his best to hide the fact he didn't want to be there. Reaching into his pocket, Mez pulled out the money including the man's tip and counted it quickly before giving it to him. Again the go-fer, counted the money and handed Mez the receipt. He tipped his hat and left for his car. "*Mahalo* for coming out here." Mez said to him
Shaking his head, Mez closed the door and walked back to the kitchen. "Wow" Mez thought, upon entering he realized just how many people were there. "Anybody want some music?" Mez asked aloud, they had everything a party needed: Good food, people, the only thing missing was the music.
Summary: Mez asks Logan if he's available for a spar. He takes the hint from Emma and leaves to pay for the food. Upon returning to the Kitchen he asks everyone if they'd like some music. Tags: Everyone in the Kitchen
Re: Taken Under His Wing Who: Emma Where: Kitchen With: Kitchen people
Emma watched Mez as he left and then returned a few minutes later, checking that he'd got a receipt before turning her attention back to the food. She was pretty hungry by this point, and smells rising from the cartons of food was too good to resist.
She pulled some pasta in a creamy sauce and some salad towards her, emptying them on a plate. She hunted around the kitchen for some cutlery and a bottle of wine, but alas it seemed that they had only soda and milk. It is a school though she conceded, inwardly amused. Settling for a tall glass of water, she made her way out onto the patio again.
Noticing Logan and Jean sitting at a table, she walked over to join them, hearing the end of Jean's words "On the contrary, alcohol is always the right thing when taken in moderation" she said with a slightly sly smile "I was searching for some wine to finish off this meal with, but it seems chocolate milk is about as wild as this place gets" she sat in an empty chair and placed her food on the table "Not interrupting I hope" she asked, raising an eyebrow, not that bothered either way.
Tags: Jean and Logan
"I felt angelic and violently insane for five hours."Edited by: Fionnoula at: 5/21/06 8:41 am
Re: Taken Under His WingWho: Nightcrawler Where: His room When: Five minutes earlier
// Small NPC of Xavier //
"He'd read it. He'd read it all," he thought, with a mixture of achievement and relief as he slammed the book shut.
It had been a struggle catching up with the class reading assignment considering the interruptions he'd incurred - the day he'd allotted for it found himself in the sunny mediterranian wearing himself out with numerous and frequent teleports - and he was now oh so totally revulsed for the moment with sun-kissed islands, ships, and the sea, and the rocking and heaving of craft large and small on azure waves under a crystal sky. Even a modern cruise ship could give you motion sickness, when stranded at sea with no one to pilot.
He'd just have to start working ahead of the class. That was the only way if there were to be any more missions.
<Nightcrawler> the professor's voice sounded in his head.
"I'm here," he voiced almost silently. The professor never used his codename - not unless there were a danger room session or - Kurt tried swallowing, but found his throat suddenly dry and raspy.
<There is an evolving situation on the patio, there may be a need for your special talent, to bring people to the infirmary. Be very cautious, keep your distance and let no one see you.>
"I understand, Herr Professor" he said in a louder voice.
<And Nightcrawler - stay upwind. Doctor Chase's new charge is quite feral, and very unpredictable. No need to startle her for the moment. If she is injured, let someone else handle her>
Who: Nightcrawler Where: Patio When: Now, concurrent with the events on the patio
So he had sat in a tree some 20 yards away, keeping a close eye on what was happening. With a sigh of relief, he had seen the intruder surrender her arms, but waited some more as Dr. Chase's new charge was being consoled by him. Finally, the tension broke.
A rumble in his stomach, and the smell of fresh pasta woke his senses again. Silently he climbed out of the tree and approached.
"Halloo?" he asked in a friendly manner as he approached, scrunching a bit to make himself seem less threatening. "I thought I smelled food!" he said with a smile.
Re: Taken Under His WingThe wheels in her mind were turning slowly, trying to figure it out. Hadn't he heard it too? It couldn't have been only her imagination...right? Nodding, she finally let his words sink in. "Protect." She repeated, and tried to convey her thanks. But she didn't know the word, instead she just smi[/i]
Jonathan smiled, dark blue eyes glinting in approval at Karika. "That's my girl." He said as her body language and smile indicated her understanding. He stepped forward, moving smoothly, slowly and in a non-threatening manner to give her a very brief hug, releasing her quickly. "That was 'hugging'." Jonathan continued, explaining the action to her. "It is a way to show fondness for another and a way to offer comfort."
He nodded his approval at the girl, reached out and gently tilted her face up so that he could see her eyes. Again, he did not hold onto her but briefly. Small steps, he told himself. "Karika...I do not doubt you heard something...I think I did also though I am not as sure. But there is time to discover the 'who' and the 'what'. You are home to stay."
Jonathan's eyes caught Kurt's approach. He nodded to the young man as he spoke.
"Halloo?" he asked in a friendly manner as he approached, scrunching a bit to make himself seem less threatening. "I thought I smelled food!" he said with a sm[/i]
The older man smiled his approval as Nightcrawler altered his stance, making himself appear somewhat smaller and less threatening. If he could teach others to understand and take a non-aggressive stance with Karika, he stood a chance of integrating her into the school without anyone getting badly damaged.
"Kurt, hello, it's good to see you." Jonathan indicated Karika and continued on with a formal introduction, "Kurt Wagner, please meet Karika Yashida. She is a new student here." His voice was warm and welcoming, his stance relaxed. "I believe someone has ordered out for dinner. You're welcome to get a plate and join us. Karika and I polished off a bit of leftover chicken earlier."Tags: Kurt (I hope it was JC and Karika you were approaching. If not...let me know and I'll edit accordingly), Karika....
OOC: Working my way around to all on the patio. JC's next attempt is going to be to introduce Karika to the 'pack'.
Re: Taken Under His Wing Who: Ben With: The Kitchen Gang When: Saturday, May 13th, 2006 Where: Kitchen
Quote:"Sure, Ben. That sounds... really good right now." Jubilee looked up at him and smiled reassuringly. "Today has been... interesting to say the least, don't you think?"
"Yes," Ben began, "it has been. At least these past few moments," he added. He watched as the the man Mez said 'had to be the Wolverine' entered and was struck with a feeling of recognition, as the man bore quite the resembelnce to a man whom he had much about while he was in Madripoor.
Ben shook the odd feeling as the food arrived. It smelled absolutely delicious and Ben dished up a plate first for Jubilee and then for himself of pasta. He found a free place to sit down and did so, holding a seat for Jubilee as he began to eat his food, savoring every bite.
Summary: Ben acknowledges that it has been a crazy day and then maybe recognizes Wolverine.
Tags: Jubilee
(OOC: Based on one of our past im conversations, Wolvie, I figured Ben had at least heard of Logan while in Madripoor. Who knows, maybe he smells familiar to you? Just a thought that won't go away.)
Edited by: Mana4X2 at: 5/24/06 1:49 am
"You been to Hawaii?" Mez asked Logan. Curious as to know if he was a local boy or perhaps spent some time there.
"Yeh, I've been just about everywhere," Logan grumbled, then swung his leg over the back of the chair and sat down to see what other conversation might come about.
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When Logan wanted to know why this newbie presumed that he had to be the Wolverine he'd apparently heard of Mez kept his face straight and answered, "Alright I could be mistaken," said the young man shrugging. "But," Mez started, "if you do find Wolverine tell him that I was told that Wolverine was the baddest mutha in here." Mez stopped very briefly before finishing what he wanted to say. "Tell him to my knowledge I haven't fought too many mutant fighters and I'd like to spar with the best. Say the Japanese Gardens outback some time later," Mez said. "If you two bump into each other for I do, It'd be much appreciated if you could tell him that." Gabrielle really had no doubts in his mind that this was indeed the Wolverine.
Logan listened to the young man's request with full attention, keeping his expression solemn but neutral. At first he thought he heard a challenge in there, but as the young man went on it seemed as though he simply liked to push himself. Logan liked that in a person; push the limits instead of always trying for the easiest way out of something. He truly believed that most people are capable of much more than they think they are and the only way for them to find their true potential is to push the limits. Usually they wind up very surprised with themselves but there was no better way to find confidence in one's self and once true confidence is gained, their posturing and arrogance usually gets quickly disgarded for what it is... window dressing without substance.
Rising from the chair slowly as he now heard Psyche entering from the patio and wanting to confront her before she makes herself at home, he replied to Mez, "I'll tell him when I see him. I'm sure he'll find the proposition agreeable." Then he turned away to lean against the counter, stopping briefly to narrow his eyes at a young man standing nearby, who he'd later find out his name is Ben..... (posted face to face with Psyche, would go here)
Background: Many, many years ago, Charles Francis Xavier established Xavier's School for the Gifted. Also, seeing other Mutants misusing and abusing their powers, he created the first generation of the X-Men.This original team was trained and lead by an old friend of his...Logan, aka Wolverine. Logan's co-leader was a young woman and student named Ororo Munroe, aka Storm. Once the team was trained and fielded on active missions, they took on the additional responsibility of teaching and helping new Mutants deal with their powers.On one horrible night, the X-Men were fielded to stop a particularly powerful Mutant and his 'gang'. The 'intelligence' received on this Mutant and his cohorts was sketchy and actually turned out to be a set-up to entrap the X-Men and take them captive. In the ensuing melee', 'things' happened and a number of the team were killed outright or severely injured.After making sure his remaining team-mates were going to be okay, Logan left. Xavier has not, to current time, explained his absence or even whether or not he survived.Current Time/Game Time: Almost seven years later, as Human/Mutant incidents are on the rise, Xavier once again sees a need for a Mutant 'police force'. He sees this new X-Men team as a force for good and a way to help peacefully integrate the rapidly emerging Mutant society with the established Human society. To this end, he has contacted Logan and asked him to 'come home' and train his 'new' team.
Logan has reluctantly agreed.Can shadows from their past be put aside for the good of the new X-Men? How will the surviving members of the original team react and what will they do as 'truths' are learned about that disastrous night?Note: We want the new X-Men to include younger versions of the old familiar characters such as Scott, Jean, Beast etc...as well as many of the OCC’s and other Canon characters that are available.Please ask the Staff BEFORE stating or establishing that your character was one of the old, now disbanded, original X-Men.
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